Meeting My Ex Novels & Stories

I strolled towards the balcony, taking in the sight of the view while inhaling a deep breath. Everything that happened today just doesn't make sense… I kissed Claire, and I can't put a definition to what I feel for her, a deranged bitch tried to get my attention at all cost, now my ex is back to ruin the parts of my life she didn't get the chance to ruin. Give it to the universe to collate unbelievable events like this. My hand found its way into my pocket and I did the one thing I haven't done in a very long time. I called Enzo…. to talk.

“Sure, what’s up?” “How did you meet your ex?” I asked, my heart racing a little. “I mean, what was she like back then?” He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to the road before he answered. “We met at a charity event, actually. She was involved in a lot of causes.” I nodded, trying to piece together the information. “And how was your relationship with her?” “It was fine,” he replied nonchalantly, but I could sense an undercurrent of something more beneath his words.

He stepped outside to gather whatever it was. Business matters often arise unexpectedly, and I can't recall how many times Keith's free time has been interrupted by his responsibilities. I want to ensure my customers are pleased with the service tonight, so I returned to take a look. As my daughter played with the other kids, I spotted some familiar faces and was just about to make my way over. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, spinning me around in an instant. "Clara?" I glanced up to see who it was, and in that instant, my breath caught as I locked eyes with my ex-husband.

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

Richard has a lot of secrets that wouldn't do me a single benefit—I had to cut them off. "I missed you honey" Camilla said, cupping my face. "I miss you too, Cammy" I replied as I guided her to the car, handing her bag over to my assistant. Her face was beaming with a smile as we walked and that put a smile on my face too. Camilla is back in my life, I took all I needed from Sabrina and then only a happy life awaits me. All through the ride back to the house, Camilla whined about her stay in Canada and how lavishly she spent. I made sure to send her money every week, yes! I've been keeping in touch with my ex since two years ago.

he yelled. I just stood there frozen, my dress stained with cake, my hand bleeding. Sadly, this wasn't new, I was already used to it — being in a loveless marriage. I met Jerry 8 years ago; I was an intern in his office, and he was so good to him; he picked me up to work and took me back home every day. He would spend hours talking to me, and on the days I felt bad, he would do everything possible to make me feel better.

Like the world wasn’t quietly mocking them. I took a slow sip, letting the burn distract me. I shouldn’t be here, I thought. I shouldn’t be thinking about her. About a woman I technically divorced without ever meeting. A woman who took care of my grandfather when I couldn’t. A woman whose face I still couldn’t see. Maybe that was the point. Maybe we were never meant to meet at all. “Did you see her?” Matthew asked casually. I stiffened. “Who?” He raised a brow. “Your… mystery ex.”

I sighed slightly and moved the bag to the other side of my hand. Just then the phone in my hand buzzed. A familiar name. Sara. I slid a finger across the screen, pressed the gadget to my ear. “Hi, babe,” I tried not to let my emotions dull my voice. Her voice rattled. She asked that we meet up at our favorite coffee spot. Great! That was such a great idea. A much-needed break from all the recent crazy events. Plus going back to meet Alex? I still wasn't ready to face him.

I was here because Marcus texted me twenty minutes ago: “I'll be at the back corner, near the organic kale. Find me there when you reach.” Marcus. My ex, the one who dumped me six months ago because “we weren’t on the same page.” Translation: he wanted to fuck other people without guilt, and I wanted to fuck him without the guilt of admitting I still wanted him. We had been doing this for three weeks, like random meetups in public places, gas station bathrooms, the stairwell at his office. But never at his place or mine. It was always somewhere we could get caught, that made it hotter.

Silence settled between us. Then she said something I didn’t expect. “I got a call last week.” I turned slightly. “From who?” “My ex.” Oh. “And?” “He saw the article. I thought I might be drowning.” A faint smile pulled at my mouth. “Are you?” She thought about it. “No.” “That’s growth.” She exhaled slowly. “He wants to meet.” I raised an eyebrow. “And?” “I’m terrified.” “Of him?” “No. Of being known.” That, I understood too well.